"You've made your point- you have a uniquely powerful need to despise me. Perhaps to a somewhat self-destructive extend. Is there a point to all of this?" His response is infuriatingly short considering all the confessing Wilson is attempting, but unlike the scientist, he neither knows the direction this is supposed to go nor is he trying to push this conversation in any particular direction. He take a sip of his egg nog with obnoxious refinement.